When I once again deflate in the aftermath of Jax-induced chaos, he pulls out of me and spins me around. He lifts me up and puts us right back in the position we were in when he first showed up—only this time there are a lot less clothes and a lot more sweat.
I gasp when he slides inside me again, tightening my arms around his neck. He goes straight for my exposed nipples, dropping his head to my chest even as his thrusts start to pick up again.
"You taste like the sweetest candy," he moans as he rolls a hardened bud between his teeth. I whimper at the pinch of pain and arch harder against his mouth. He nips once more before switching to my other breast.
When I can't take the torture anymore, I tug on Jax's hair and squirm in his arms. The only thing I manage to gasp is his name.
By now, Jax seems to know my body better than even I do. Somehow he can sense the pressure building inside me, the frustration peaking as I get closer and closer to another orgasm. Not only that, but he knows what is going to set me off, too.
His thrusts never slow, even as his lips trail along my collarbone and up my neck. I feel him nip my skin, just hard enough to draw a whimper from my throat. And just as I start to lose my grip on reality from the overwhelming pleasure building in my body, he presses his lips against my ear.
"You're going to come for me and then I'm going to put you on your knees and paint you with my cum for the whole city to see."
I’m helpless to do anything but open my mouth on a silent scream as I shudder in Jax’s arms, bound by the effect he has on my body.
He has a look of wonder on his face as he watches me fall to pieces. "You're so fucking beautiful when you come," he whispers. By the time my orgasm dies down, I'm too tired and too bashful to respond to that, so I just drop my head against his shoulder.
"I have a feeling you'll look just as good with my cum on your lips, though," he purrs in my ear.
And just like that, my lust fires up again. Only this time it's not because I want to come, it's because I want to pleasehim. I want to show him the same kind of pleasure he's shown me, and I want to watch his face as he experiences it.
I scramble out of his arms and drop to my knees, placing my palms on my thighs and gazing up at him with reverence.
"Fuck, baby, you're so pretty on your knees," he whispers as he runs a thumb along my bottom lip, looking down at me with adoration. I open my mouth and suck his finger into my mouth, silently begging him.
A growl rumbles through his chest as he reaches for his cock. His fist rolls easily over his length, made slippery by the mind-numbing orgasms he just wrung from me.
"Open your mouth for me," he says through gritted teeth. I comply immediately. "Do you like that your neighbors are seeing you like this? So eager for my cum?"
I can only whimper with my mouth open, squirming where I sit on my knees. And when I stick my tongue out in a silent invitation, it's the action that finally sets him off.
With a groan, his release shoots across my lips, my chin, my breasts. My eyes close automatically, but I moan at the feeling of Jax's pleasure painting my skin—at the knowledge thatIbrought that on. That I drove him crazy.
After a moment, I open my eyes, staring up at this amazing, sexy-as-sin man in front of me. Holding his gaze, I lick my lips, savoring the taste of him. Jax watches, riveted, as I drag a finger across my chest and suck my finger into my mouth.
He falls forward to catch himself on the window with one arm, groaning "Fuck, Hailey, you're like a dream."
I just smile at him and scrape another finger over my chest.
Jax seems to finally snap out of his lust-drunk fog and rushes to the kitchen to grab some paper towels. When he walks back to me, he doesn't just hand me the towels like I expected, he drops to his knees and carefully cleans me himself.
"I can do it," I mumble awkwardly, trying to take the towel from him. But in typical Jax fashion, he brushes my hands away and continues to take care of me. When he's finished, he leans forward with a smile and presses a kiss to my lips.
I jerk back in surprise. "Jax! I still have your—umm… doesn't it bother you that I'm covered in..."
"Fuck that," he growls, and then he grabs me by the base of the neck and pulls me in for a toe-curling kiss. He kisses me until I'm breathless and can't remember what I was worried about.
He grins at my dazed look. In one quick motion, he stands and offers me a hand. "Come on, baby girl, I have big plans for us tonight. Get dressed."
I let him pull me to my feet, but the suspicious look on my face lingers. "What are we doing?"
His grin only grows bigger. "We're making a dent in yourFuck SteveList."
19
JAX
An hour later, I'm pulling Hailey into our favorite burger bar in Center City. I don't even have to ask her what she wants, I just order her favor burger and fries with an Oreo cookie milkshake combo.